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Bars, Grina, I want you to listen carefully: once you two finish your homework, I want you to reach the park in front of the building where my brother works. You must search for a gang called Fresh Park: their leader is named Master Squid.
Find him and talk to him about Project Neo: make sure to learn all the information he has to share, same for other members ranked S+ like him.
In the meantime, I'll pay my mother a visit: my old house is rather far, so I'm going to use the train to reach it in time. I'll probably return late in the evening: don't be late, once you have reached your goal. See you later.
On the orange sky, a plane flew above the numerous buildings and skyscrapers. The road had some holes on it: cars go over them without changing their own speed. Music coming from the left echoed throughout the area: the beat in particular had a heavier tone.
With her eyes closed, Grina nodded several times as her ears were up: she was smiling.
"Now, that's some music…!" Bars moved his semi-opened arms up and down, as his face was staring at Grina, while grinning.
"Good ol' Turf War Station's music." She reopens her eyes, as her head twisted on her right.
She waves left and right, with her fists up.
"It's been so long since I heard this catchy theme!" She opens her smiling mouth, closing her eyes again.
"Yeah, like totally agree with that!" Bars claps several times, while nodding.
The music kept going, although the volume was gradually decreasing. On the left sidewalk: an Inkling woman was pushing a stroller, as her head was nodding and smiling. The building right in front of the two Inklings was filled with balconies: two young Inklings jumped and laughed loudly.
"You know, Barsy…" Grina's eyes opened, as her right hand moved the fingers up and down. "This song truly reminds me of why Turf Wars are fresher than any plain sport."
"Ah ah! Like…" His hands went behind his head, as his face stared at a small cloud. "If that station was open, we would jam up some ground and splat up the salt."
"So, the salt is going to be even saltier!" Grina bends over Bars, as her right hand rests on his left shoulder and her left forefinger pointed up-forward.
The two Inklings laughed hard for a bit, as the boy tilted a bit backwards. Grina lifts her posture back, with her fists back at waving left and right.
"This song is so catchy… I just don't want stop dancing!" Her eyes closed, her smiling mouth opened.
Suddenly, silence dominated the air: the girl reopens her eyes, which grew wider.
"Wh… it's already gone?!" The girl turns over her left, with her arms stretching downwards.
"Girl, running that song kinda makes the cops curious." Bars shrugs, as his head shakes left and right, while sighing. "Like, that's copyright infringement for you."
"Darn that rule!" Grina turns over Bars, frowning a lot. "I was really having some nice fun, for a moment! You know, you need to get filled with fun every once in a while!" She opens her arms.
"Didn't they wanted to make that music public domain?" Bars looks up, with his right forefinger up. "Like, that would be truly rad: the song could ooze up the boring style of those days."
"That would be the soda!" Grina moves her fists back and forth, as her head nodded. "Speaking of soda, I kinda need some bubbling fuel…" Her tongue sticks out.
"Is there a vending machine in the park?" The boy's head turns to his right, as he saw the dusty road in the middle of the grass.
The girl turns her head in the same direction: below a tree, an Inkling boy's back was leaning on the tree as his right fingers were pulling a guitar's strings. A book on his left was wide open, with both the pages' hills having the same height.
"If there is possibility to make money, you can bet your Roller they would have plenty of vending machines!" Grina rubs her own hands, while grinning.
Bars' head turns over Grina, as his left eyebrow rose.
"Girl, like your eyes just turned into coins…"
"And why that's a bad thing, Barsy?!" Her right arm wraps the boy's shoulder, as her left hand moves up and down. "With money you can get in all sorts of amusement parks, eat up the fresh burgers, get to see monster movie marathons…"
Bars nods a bit, smiling.
"Well, that's right on the spot!" He turns forward. "Like, I would buy the latest fresh car with speakers on the roof!" He chuckles a bit.
The girl's irises see a space between two small brick walls.
"I guess DJ Bars has to put down his music for a moment." She sighs. "We got park time in our hands."
"Ah come on, girl! This is going to be a walk!" His right opened hand moves down. "It's just us talking with a bunch of Squids! Like, there is no running or splatting stuff to do!"
The two Inklings turned to the right, as they walked on the stair steps.
"You sure have a positive attitude, fresh Squid!" Grina's head twisted left and right, as her feet stop and her hands were on her hips. "But alas, getting information is like studying: you really need some time to get everything out."
"Then, I would rather do a grasscut to this park." His right hand scratches the top of his head. "Like, this place is getting a bit like a jungle!"
"Nice business card they gave to us: it's going to be a wild ride, getting to chat with the Fresh Park members." Grina's hands moved up and down, as her irises stared at a small lake surrounded by rope fences and grass.
"Did you ring out a call?"
Grina quickly turns over her right, as her head gradually moves down: her eyes tracked down an Inkling boy wearing sunglasses, a black leather jacket and red boots with brown laces tied very loosely. The shoe's tongue in particular was hanging out, which was showing an eel moving around an I.
The girl smiles a bit, as her head points over the boy's face.
"Looks like we have the edge in da park."
"You bet." The boy folds his arms. "Something to say about Rockenberg?"
"Well…" She shrugs. "Just one thing: it's so bad." She grins.
The boy smiles, nodding slowly.
"You got style, girl." He raises his head a bit, now staring at Bars. "What about the other dude? Geek or Squid?"
"Not a Geek or a Squid… just a darn Kraken!" He punches his own left palm.
"Nice." He nods, as his head turns over Grina. "You two sure are fresh… maybe a little too fresh for being in a 2-Squid team."
"Fresh Squids aren't just all looks and turfs!" Grina's left foot slides forward, as her hand were on her hips, her eyebrows lowered and her smile grew. "You also got a hidden, yet dominant factor: hardcore."
"In other words, you two splatted Inkzookas with just a Sploosh-o-matic?"
Grina laughs, with her head shaking down.
"We make them look so newbie!" Her left hand pushed her left tentacle back.
"Like, we get 4 Carbon Rollers back in their ponds all day!" Bars' hands moved up and down.
"The Inkzooka part almost made me lower my sunglasses: I hate Inkzookas." The boy folds his arms, as his mouth slightly downturns. "They should had banned them already: shoots fast and far? Game over, Squid."
"What about the Bubbler? You almost got a fresh splat out of a newbie, when suddenly they hide and laugh like babies!" Grina clenches her fists. "Darn that starting set…" She whispered.
"Like, if you get a Roller, you give them the Splat surprise in one shot." Bars grins, chuckling. "Next thing they will do is calling me OP and cry away!"
"Ha ha!" Grina's right hand grabbed her left elbow. "They ain't Squid enough, to Kraken on the competition!"
"Well said, girl."
Grina's head turns over the Inkling boy wearing sunglasses, which was smiling.
"How about you two join up some Squid party?"
The girl's eyes expanded, as she bends forward.
"I'm gonna Super Jump over there, if there is music, dancing, games, food… in less ink, fun!" Her eyes sparkled, her fists clenched, her open smiling mouth grew wider gradually.
"Splatfests are looking up in their shadows." The boy smiles, as he turns behind. "No ninjas in the ground, Squids: just prepare your smartphones, because selfies are best race." He starts walking down the road.
Grina and Bars stared at each other: the girl quickly picks up her smartphone, grinning a lot with her eyes wide.
"Like, what about the information?" Bars whispers, as his right hand sunk inside his right pocket.
"The boring isn't invited, Barsy." Grina starts walking, closing her smiling mouth and whispering.
"But Mirii said" Bars began walking too.
"That shorty will not notice a thing, as long as Judd doesn't give the flag to the bad guys." Grina rose her right forefinger. "Besides, I had enough with the living in a bowl restriction: it's time to get social, Bars. We gotta cover up some grounds too, you know!"
Bars kept staring at the girl: he smiles, nodding.